Hunter's POV
Immediately I get to the bathroom, I scream out quietly, the pain I endured in her presence. f**k! It hurts so much. I know my shoulder joint has shifted from its position again. I also know that the pain is unbearable.
I hear her footsteps and quickly change my poor stance.
“It's just a little pressure on my shoulder,” I say when she comes into view. “It doesn't hurt that much.”
“Let me see.”
No way.
I can't let her see the state of my shoulder when I haven't checked. What if the pressure from that fall causes my stitches to bleed again? That will get her to feel guilty and worried—the last thing I want right now.
“I'll freeze to death.” Although the inside isn't as cold as the outside because of the heater, it's a good excuse. But she's not taking a word for it.
“Fin
